Planes changed slightly. We are not going to Mexico by car. We are flying to Colombia tonight and then go to Peru. I’ve just sold a car in LA. Ufff I have enough of States. Impatient to get back to the jungle.

Observing strictly standardized world, which in small details is liable to written or unwritten rules. Behavior, expression, topics of conversation, interests, way of moving, building, spending free time. No straing from marked trails. There is no space for your own ways, paths and shortcuts. Everything is schematic, contacts, motivations, relationships of people too.

Linearity dominates. Not only in the digital world and computers but also in minds. Contacts of people are suspended in generally accepted, a full smile, convention of “pretend”. Awareness and vision of a world made ​​up of mismatched messed together fragments. Earth and nature has been done one of them. All this is matched to the needs of a world that revolves in about various forms of lust, accumulation and consumption.

In all this accumulation of simple pulp – simple obligation and conformity to the expectations of common rat race, makes man to cease the hear his own voice. This man, there – inside, is outgrown. He follows unconsciously for an illusion, dreams of more “happiness” in a larger career, more power and domination, more money and possession. He had been taught to focusing on what he does not possess, not seeing how much he’s actually got. As if not watching by his own eyes.

Mental monoculture. Like all monoculture – shallow and barren. Tweaking by “olympic”, caffeine, nicotine, watered with alcohol. There is no life-giving juices, vitamins. Authenticity.

I have a feeling that somewhere in all that this society, these people have forgotten what they actually aim to. What for is this life? With obligation? For children? For repaying the house for the rest of life? For popularity? Sense of beauty has become blurred, got lost somewhere along the way. Simple joy is also blurred. But there are different variations of sleep. So then, this system lasts.

I know this is not the only place where it looks like this. But with such a accumulation of those things I never had to deal with. Idea of something and experience of something are two different things. Requires a great distance, but provides a valuable lesson.

It will be good to mention all this after some time, standing on the other side. I remember inBrazil,peopledid not believein what Itell themabout the life ofEurope.From thatperspective, it was alsohard to believe for myself. It doesn’t haveto look like this.

Three beautiful weeks in the element. I/we had a variety of adventures, some of which were difficult. I met many people who I photographed in previous gatherings. I also met the further fate of several people. One of them left. I think there is a moment there every stories become to be coherent, it turns out that everyone knows each other, or they have something in common.

Slovakia is a farytale (so far I always thought I tell myself that it was) It was right place for the Gathering. Now my perception is set to space around and nature. First day in our tenement house was airless and cramped. I need to get used to the city and its mechanisms from scratch. After returning from that place I do not want to accept certain things.

Somebody stole our sleeping bags -really good ones. I endured it badly. I would prefer to have stolen money.

I started taking pictures at the end of our stay, I waited until this necessity will come by itself, naturally. It’s not “material” for article in newspaper, what I photographs and how I do it, is part of me and talks about my life. It’s important to know.

I worked in exceptionally chaotic and intuitive way. Without paying attention on tools. Camera which works – out-of-order, long overdue negatives, without control how many remained and where I left exposed ones. I used all.